Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that smells like it came from the elemental plane of meat.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A handmade quilt depicting Goya's Saturn Devouring His Son
A Large Hadron Collider
A pre-production sample of Fruit Roll-Ups
A cheap plastic orrery
A Clue
A holographic turtle
A copy of Servants of the Wankh by Jack Vance
A Quantum of Solace
A Mint Copy of Action Comics #2 (not the good one)
A small Asteroid from the Oort Cloud made mostly of ice but containing a lump of platinum the size of a canned ham

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